My daughter is teaching me

how to use the camera I wonder

why I bought, so smart it tells me

to insert its memory card. I turn

my earbuds off, see an egret.

The 60X zoom shakes, as I do,

recording a Cooper’s Hawk

in Prospect Park. She takes it

from my hands, places my

index finger, not my thumb,

on the shutter, tells me to press

less hard. Neither of us knows

if I will learn, if the Lumix

will end up in a box under

the bed next to my Modern

Greek Rosetta Stone.